A Day No Pigs Would Die - Blog 1

A Day No Pigs Would Die - Blog 1

      In A Day No Pigs Would Die Robert receives a pig. They bond and form a friendship so strong that Pinky almost seems human.
      This same feeling happened to me when I was three. I had always had an infatuation for animals, but we didn't have any around the house until one day in April. My mother didn't tells us where we were going, but before we went and saw "The Lady and the Tramp 2". When we arrived at our destination I heard barking within the walls. My cousin and I were told to wait outside while my mother went in with my four month old sister, Renea. She came out and said it was okay to go in, but we had to close our eyes and hold my dad's hands until we were given permission to open them.
     We walked down a hallway and through a door and suddenly the barking got ten times louder.  We were told to open our eyes, and that we did. I had never seen so many dogs in my life: big dogs, small dogs, and those that looked like they would tear you from limb to limb. My father pointed to one that looked huge and rough. We went back in a room and waited for them to bring out the dog. He was even more tougher looking up close and at first he startled me. I hid behind my mother, but that stupid dog followed me, so I turned around and petted him out of curiosity.  He did what I later called his 'smile' and wagged his tail at me. At that very moment I knew what to name him; Scamp. Five minutes later we had signed the papers and the dog was in our car and started becoming my best friend.
      From that day on we did everything together. He followed me every where, but he knew not to get on the beds or furniture because if he did mom would whip him or put him in the dog house; which he hated. Our favorite activity was finding things, and by things I mean anything: bugs, frogs, rabbits, old toys, and anything that made a noise. I later realized that he was so good at those activities because of  him being a German Sheppard.
      Scamp was the roughest, toughest dog you ever did see. He barked at any person that threatened to change the great way we were living. And any animal that came near him had to have insurance. Though he was never mean to children or even infants. I remember putting Renea on his back many a time so she could ride him like a horse. One time my parents threatened to give the dog away because he was eating so much, but Renea and I wouldn't  allow it.  I would never fully be able to let him go.
     Years passed and I mattered. I didn't play with him the same ways as  I did before. By then we began to play games such as chase, fetch, swimming , and still finding anything that was unlucky enough to make a noise. He also became more than just my friend, it was now more like he understood what I had to say. He was the best listener in the world except for maybe a bark in agreement, or a growl if the word "vet"  came into the conversations. He comforted me with his warm, nasty kisses, and knew when I was mad too. If I ever came in the house mad that dog would tackle me to  the floor and tried to eat my face with kisses, which always changed my mood.
    One day Scamp started to get sick. My mother took him to the vet, but because of his condition he was to weak to argue. She came home crying and told the family that he had lymphatic cancer. I ran to my room and expectantly Scamp followed slowly already his neck swollen with cancer. All I did that night was sit in my room and cried. I knew he couldn't cry, so I cried enough tears for him and I both. I cried and held him tight, and I didn't leave that spot all night, not even for dinner. I didn't want to go to school that day, but I looked at his face behind the pain and swollen neck I saw him smile at me. I knew he would do everything, even if it took his last breath, to be here waiting for me when I got home.
    I returned home and he barely had the strength to look up at me and smile. My mother informed us that she and my father had made the decision to put him down. I knew it had to be done, but I didn't want to  accept the truth of the moment. Automatically my sister started to cry, at that time I noticed that I had to be strong for not only myself, but for Renea and Scamp both. I stood there with a hard face and said nothing. my father loaded him into the car and we went to the vet. I stayed in the car with Renea, but before he was taken in I gave him a hug and saw his last smile.
    I was later told that he just looked like he went to sleep, not like he died.
    So here I am today writing this blog all snot nosed and crying, but the whole time I kept in mind that he didn' t suffer and he had a good life. And I still remember his last smile.